Life · Poetry · Pride

Ben and Tom

I was born and raised from a bed of roses
Once stumbled and fell on concrete
Aided my skidded knees
I lived my life
Through golden shades
Even after they burned my skin
I discoverd a new class of people
Those that hate me
Those that won’t hesitate to shoot me down 
They bleached me to shame 
I know
Disgust lives in your veins
And nurtures your violent ways
You know nothing else
That’s what makes you bitter
That’s what makes you a target
Defend your own
We will rise and defend ours

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